It was so still in the hallway, I couldn't help but wonder where all the nurses were. Stark white painted the walls, the building a different material than the rest. It was made of some stone and plaster mix, and as I stared out at the room at the end of the hall, I shuddered. It was suffocating in here, surrounded by all the white. But I pressed on, the sound of my boots loud as they hit the floor. I didn't see anyone except an older omega who had given me directions. If he was in such a critical condition, shouldn't some nurses be nearby? Before I knew it, I had arrived at the door. I was still sweaty from morning training, I was also flushed from my heated discussion with Elijah about the events that happened while he was locked away. I took a second to make myself look more presentable. Then, with a deep breath, I knocked twice. I tried to quell my nerves. It was weird seeing him after my odd dream of him and Alpha Morax. I had a dream they were fighting, and I had been

"Your aim isn't steady. If you're going to shoot, then shoot to kill." Miqella lectured. We were both in the middle of the forest, and it was strange looking out at another pack that was blissfully unaware of our existence. Everything looked peaceful enough, but we smelt the residue of gunpowder in their barrels, along with the soldiers who carried swords and spears. Alpha Morax had briefed us, or I'm assuming me, on his ongoing feud with the Alpha of the Clearwater pack. Right now, tensions were running high. And we were only going to make them worse. Provisions were running slim, a harsh consequence of Morax's bad position in the council's favor. And so, we were sent to 'fix it'. It brought the looming truth of death much closer to home. "I'll focus more next time." I amended. Spotting the sack of flour I had narrowly missed sitting innocently above a guard. I was lucky he was fast asleep, or else my misguided arrow would have ended very badly. "Hmph." That was all he said. B

Do you know those moments in life, where you question everything about yourself? Your choices, your actions, if you were the villain or the hero? Right now, I was having one of those moments. As blood caked the earth, I had no idea where I stood. Just that I kept firing, my aim staying true as it fletched right into an enemy soldier's left eye. I grimaced as he stopped mid-shift, falling to the earth as my arrow pushed further into his skull from the impact. "Nice shot, Robin!" Another of the human-formed warriors praised, his spear finding a different one. But as I looked out at the carnage, claws of grief gripped my heart. It held fast when I turned away, forcing myself to focus on the enemy. In the center of the pack we just stole from, the wolves were clashing. Our best shifters were entangled in a dance with theirs. Blood and snarls ripped through the battlefield. And as any werewolves who hadn't shifted emerged, I was ordered to pick them off. I was providing support for

The strange woman looked at me, the sound of the footsteps thundering over the wooded landscape. Any minute now, Elijah would burst through the trees. "Meet me here, tomorrow at dawn. Don't be late." She said. Her voice was like a strum on a stringed instrument. Then I had to swallow down my surprised gasp as she disappeared in thin air, just like how Miqella could. All that was left as her proof of existence was the cherry blossoms that fluttered to the ground where she once stood. A fae fairy, or was she a witch? I didn't know, but I was still sitting there. Staring numbly at the darkness that greeted me now. It was like everything came rushing back once she disappeared. I turned to gaze at the pile of ash. No sooner than I could blink, Elijah burst through the trees. I was surprised to see at least ten soldiers behind him, all holding weapons. Elijah was sweating, his eyes wild when they fell on me. "What in the... Robin?! What happened?!" He was in front of me in sec

"Who the fuck is Mattias?" Before I knew it, the words were being spat from my mouth as if I had swallowed stale beer. My hands fell limp at my sides, my previous desire to reach out to Morax fading. All of my joy had suddenly evaporated from the air, and my small hands couldn't reach up in time to catch it. I watched, painfully slow, as Morax finally remembered I was here. His golden eyes were finally on mine, but the effect felt watered down now. The wolf inside my soul was on edge. I looked between him and the woman who had miraculously returned from the dead. Even though Morax had looked away, Angelica was still staring openly at the Alpha. Her eyes were incredibly soft and filled to the brim with sorrow. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment, but for some reason that pissed me off. I had just discovered my mate. So why did I feel like the third wheel? A childish part of me wanted to scream it wasn't fair, but I kept my mouth glued shut. I waited for either of the